THE WARRIOR

With a christ soul;
Sheilded with faith,love and humanity,
I entered into the arena- the arena of beasts
The arena of quislings, the arena of betrayers.
The first armour- the armour of faith broken.
I couldnot realize.
Mother Merry indicated
Son!
Be careful,but the christ soul acquired a patch
The patch of power,the patch of fame.
Christ soul with a patch!
No, never .Mother yelled.
Her yelling makes my senses maim.
I have the eyes but no vision,
I have the ears but no sound,
I have the mind but no thoughts.
In the arena I keep fighting and I keep winning,
The patch grows and grows and eclipsed the soul.
I lost my back armour - the boon of Merry.
The bloody game continued,
Finally a sword hit like blitz from back,
I yelled. Maa ! Help!
But the noise of collossium masked my cry.
I fell, blood ozes from the veins.
And I keep crying and you all keep laughing,
And I am dying but you all keep on laughing.
But a homage I want for the giggles what I offered
Remember me
When I am dead
When I am dead.